VIII.

Then o’er the portal was this motto plac’d, “The house of liberty,” in gold y’writ, And, vent’ring in, I stood like one amaz’d Such sights of horror on my heart-strings smit. There Infidelity, in moody fit, Hugg’d Suicide—there Rage, and deadly Fears, There Lechery, with goatish leer did sit, And Murder, quaffing up his victim’s tears, With thousand other crimes, too foul for human ears.